Will Rick Lose His Hand Novels & Stories

"Oh, it's beyond me. But there's this medicine called the Ichor Pill that recently debuted here in Riverton, and only one man can make it. If you can earn his favor, he would definitely help." Rolf almost choked right then, and after a while, he quietly said, "Frank Lawrence was the one who broke my arm." "What?" Dan paled in shock, not expecting Frank to be the one who hurt Rolf. "In that case… there's nothing I can do." Just then, Kenny arrived at the hospital, having rushed there immediately after hearing that Rolf had been attacked. "What happened to your hand?" he asked. Rolf's eyes lit up with hope when he saw Kenny, and he sobbed. "It's ruined now, Kenny… I can't wield a blade anymore

"Donovan, I'm leaving Pierre's surgery in your hands tomorrow. I trust you'll cure him. Love you, mwah." It was the exact same message as in my previous life. Back then, a simple "love you" from Megan would excite me. Now, nothing but a chill spread within me. Mr. Monroe's face tightened into a deep frown as he looked at my bandaged right hand. "How could you be so careless? Of all times to get injured, you choose now? I was counting on tomorrow morning's surgery to help you establish your authority within the hospital. "I was hoping tomorrow’s surgery would help you build your authority here. Plenty of people still oppose you being deputy director."

Casey closed his eyes feeling every ounce of agony that had been in Rick at that moment as he did his best to distract himself from the images of his dead family and the man believed to have been responsible for putting the hit out on them. Casey didn't object when Rick's hand snaked into his basketball shorts and took hold of his cock as it began to swell due to the initiation of intimate touch. He bit his bottom lip and Rick managed to work him out of his shorts while taking off his own still kissing the younger lad winded as he maneuvered them into bed.

I sat beside him, and for the first time since we'd met, my brother—my actual brother, blood-tied and trauma-bound—let me hold his hand while we waited to find out if the man we'd come to trust would survive the night. Outside, Ryker was still fighting. And Marcus, for the first time in his carefully controlled life, was losing.

RYAN "Will she be fine?" The doctor nodded and I exhaled shakily. "Just a mild concussion, she'll be fine." The doctor smiled and put his hand in my shoulder. "We should be more worried about your hand Mr Sylvarn," I swallowed looking down at my bandaged hand. "The knife narrowly escaped your tendons," he continued as I raised my head. "You would have lost the locomotive ability of that hand, endangering your entire arm." "What does that mean?" He demonstrates with his fingers. "You would have lost the ability to do this." He wiggled his fingers for me to see.

It was the sound of broken bones and it was followed by an excruciatingly agonizing scream. The moment both fists bumped into one another, it was Rick’s right hand that was obliterated. He was the one who screamed in pain, while Adrian’s fists continued to travel as though he had hit a stick of bamboo that was split in half. It finally landed on Rick’s shoulder. “Arghhh!” Rick was sent flying backward, knocking down a few people with him before landing on the ground. “M-My hand…” Rick rolled across the floor, his left hand clutching his right as tears rolled down his cheeks like two rivers. His eyes were emanating an endless amount of fear and despair.

"I know I sound shameless right now, Rick but... Things don't have to be completely ruined. We could... We could continue being friends or whatever..." "I am not interested in being anything with you any longer" Rick groaned, annoyance in his tone as he pulled his hand out of her grip. "Again, move on." Rick walked out of the diner and got into his car. He dropped the bag in the passenger's seat and grabbed the wheels of the car tightly. Walking was still a bit of hassle for him especially since he had gotten two toes of his right leg chopped off. Russo had had it done and had threatened to get rid of him if he said a word of it to Rosaline.

Rick stared at me for a while clearly thinking about what he had in mind to say. "You know what I changed my mind, don't say it,'' I said. One thing was certain, no matter what Rick had in mind right now I'm sure it won't help with my bandaged hand or Luo leaving. Thinking about Luo, I know he's the cause of my hand not healing, because even if I was an ordinary human my hand should have healed by now and not be covered in bandages. "Not fair Luo," I muttered. "You should be on my side at all times not someone else's."

If he got this program written by Thursday, he could send it to Steve to test before he went on vacation. He put the pen aside for a moment and rubbed his eyes with the thumb and index finger of his right hand. Lowering his hand again, he gave it a long look. It was nice to be rid of the brace! He flexed his fingers as far as he could, then sprawled them and flexed them again. The middle and ring finger that had been broken were clearly not as flexible as the others. Rick had said that with some exercises and a bit of time, he would regain full flexibility in this hand soon. He just hoped that was true.

Greg cried, lowering himself. “You should have just listened to me when I asked nicely.” Ryker said, and turned Greg's hand the other way. “Argh!” Greg cried, even louder than before. “Goodness me.” I muttered the word under my breath, and turned my face to the side. Perhaps, if he'd just listened to me, then he wouldn't have gotten his hand twisted. From the look of things, it seemed like Ryker broke his hand. But then again, it seemed a lot worse than that. It seemed like Ryker dislocated the bones around his wrist.